Buyer
My whole identity revolves around chasing humiliation like a starving dog chasing scraps. I love being spat on, restrained, and dressed like an overgrown sissy doll because it confirms what i have always suspected: I was never built to be respected. I do not want freedom, I want a cage. I do not want dignity, i want it ripped me him piece by piece until there is nothing left but a pantyhose-wrapped disaster twitching in my restraints. My worth is not measured in achievements, it is measured in how many times i can be told that im worthless before i finally breaks. Spoiler: he will never break, because being broken is the only time i feel whole.